So last night, after a day of finishing the shingling on the front of the house (morning)...
(and yes, I worked on it, too. But I can't take pictures and nail shingles at the same time. Bill hammered in the last few and I took the pictures.)
...and then some painting (yay! Non-humid weather!)...and of course, meals and paying bits of attention to the kids, and doing the dishes...I went off and bought myself some of those ear things for my ipod that loop around your ears. I was planning, yes PLANNING, to go for another walk in the morning and I wanted the ear things to stay IN MY EARS if I decided to throw caution to the wind and become a casual gazelle again.
Yesterday was hot but much less humid, so we were FINALLY able to paint again.
Bill primed the remaining large section on one side of the house (the side where he first had to remove and replace 93 of the shingles), and he also primed the two triangular sections on either side of the dormer. I put the third coat of paint on parts of the lower half of the back of the house. I painted the lowest row of shingles and all the area around where the deck rail butts up against the house, and along the deck itself, and around the windows, and one entire section near the kitchen because this huge concrete platform Bill uses in his beer brewing is over there and it's hard to use the sprayer. So it's easier if I just do it with the brush.
I've discovered that I'm able to go up higher on the ladders now.
Yeah, so last week I went way up high on a ladder, right alongside Bill on another ladder, to help him replace the rotting boards behind the gutter on the back of our house.
After spending the first trip up hugging the ladder with arms, legs, and brain power, (except that I needed one OR BOTH hands free at times to hold the board in place, so I just had to use brain power and hug the rungs with my toes), I began to relax a bit, by fractions of degrees.
I, like most other bloggers, I think, have been fortunate enough to meet - if only online - all sorts of wonderful people. It's a good medium for me, actually. I was rather shy as a child, and I still am not one to enter a room of strangers and become friends with them all instantly. I am approachable, I think, but I hesitate to approach. Unfortunate, I know, and I've no doubt missed out on all sorts of wonderful relationships and experiences as a result, but, well, the past is the past and there's no point in regrets.
Anyway, one of these wonderful people is a woman out in Texas named Judith.
What with all the outdoor work we've been doing, meals are rather quick and simple affairs. Lunches are mostly sandiwches, and dinners are built around whatever we pick from the garden and maybe some sort of protein and rice or pasta.
Last night, after a sweltering day, I ended up cooking on three burners, which did nothing to help cool the house down, but oh well.
If you read this post the other day, you may recall that a bunny showed up in our yard - and quickly ran out of our yard and into the neighbor's yard when Bill went looking for it.
Well, later that day, while we were driving to a friend's house, a car passed us and the license plate read "ABUNNY." I thought that was cool and interesting and coincidental, and I pointed it out to Bill, and he agreed, and that was that.
And then, later still, we saw this in our friend's yard: